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Monday, 3 February 2014

scraps of self

i have waited a long time for you to find me and now that you have i find i do not want to let you go

(my intention was to take a pic of BoyBird and accidentally took one of me)

angels

a rusty toy push chair

small winter painting

my friend

cut away, a bit i liked but did not like the whole, so cut away

printed torn dyed

i wander about in my own studio and see stuff i had forgotten about; i remember the winter when it was snowing and the air was soft, sounds were muffled and our little house atop it's own mound of earth in the midst of all this immaculate whiteness to me a beacon of the intimacy i share with my tiny family; a quote from Judea daisy chain made years ago a blue heart blackandwhite i breathe maybe this life is real and a dreamdoes it matter that it doesn't

5 comments:

Thank you for allowing me to wander your studio with you. Such treasures and time-stopped in so many ways. You've captured your beloved Tungsten perfectly. He is with you still. I love seeing you and BirdBoy together :)And the top image...I see a cat-like creature!

About Me

why a blog

People kept asking me: what is it you paint? Instead of trying to describe my work I decided to start this blog; this is also why I started with posting the digital images I had of older paintings.

And I guess I also hoped the extra focus and discipline needed to maintain a blog, might give me new insight(s) into my work, my aspirations and possibly even my life.......if that's not too much to ask, thank you very much